"Ah Cheng, what are your thoughts on this?" Liao San asked in a low voice.
Although he, Li Ze, Lai Yingchang, and the others had congratulated Chen Cheng in advance, they had not been confident at all. Their congratulations had contained more than a little empty courtesy—or rather, they had been congratulating Chen Cheng ahead of time for his next assessment.
With a great figure like Zhou Xu secretly applying pressure through the South District City Guard Headquarters, there would have been nothing they could do either. They would most likely have chosen to back down.
Chen Cheng came back to himself and smiled noncommittally. "The chief constable hasn't finalized the assessment rules yet. Let's wait and see."
Seeing how composed Chen Cheng remained, still able to laugh and chat, Liao San secretly admired him. He patted Chen Cheng on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Ah Cheng, when it comes to a steady temperament, Third Brother respects no one but you."
Time slowly passed, yet Shen Qingshuang never emerged. The conversation in the hall turned once more to the chief constable, and the constables murmured their guesses.
"Why hasn't Lady Shen come out yet?"
"Strange. Didn't she say she would come out shortly to announce the rules for the formal constable assessment?"
"Could it be that even Lady Shen is afraid of offending Lord Zhou, and quietly gave the spot to Zhou Fang?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Lady Shen is a direct descendant of one of the inner city's four great families. Would she be afraid of the Zhou Family?"
"Shh... keep your voices down. You dare speculate about the thoughts of great figures? Are you tired of living?"
"We didn't say anything. Nobody heard us, right?"
"Right, right, right. We lowly constables were just casually chatting."
"This